Peanuts. The very word can strike terror in parents of kids who are allergic to this seemingly ubiquitous legume.
Birthday parties, school cafeterias, playgrounds... The list of places where…peanut exposures could occur goes on and on. At the same time, you can't keep your kid inside a bubble forever, so the anxiety loops in an infinite cycle. But now, technology comes to the rescue! Nima is a portable, hand-sized device that can test foods for peanut proteins. All you need to do is pop… >> Read More
There have definitely been times in my life when I’ve been a real asshole. And today, I’d like to apologize for at least one of them.
I never really “got it” when it came to food allergies.…All I knew, for the duration of my first 14 years as a parent, was my vague feeling of, “Hey…there sure seem to be a lot more allergies out there than there used to be when I was a kid.” It didn’t make sense to me – I mean, I ate peanut butter and jelly… >> Read More
Allergies can be absolutely terrifying, especially when your kid has allergies. In recent years, it's been proven that giving kids a small amount of peanuts when they are young could actually…counteract allergies. One mom event wrote a piece in the New York Times about how giving her kid Bamba, a popular Israeli snack, helps. As we previously noted, there was some science backing up this claim: "Pediatric allergy specialist Gideon Lack came across a peculiar find regarding allergies: Israeli Jews were less likely to have peanut… >> Read More
"What's your favorite kind of ice cream, Austin?" the pool instructor asked yesterday in hopes to calm my son down and comfort him during his lesson. Austin was hysterically crying, scared to death…of something. Whether it was the water, separating from me, or just starting something new, it didn't really matter. I chimed in, and said, "Austin, tell him your favorite flavor icee." He smiled, and answered, "Strawberry." My heart broke once again. I knew it probably didn't faze my 3-year-old son that he can't eat ice… >> Read More
In our first days home, I didn’t even mind waking up every two hours. It was exhilarating--another opportunity to care for this tiny-toed miracle! After feeding, diapering and swaddling, I would…place him back down, gently, and always on his back. Before returning to sleep myself, I would check to see that he was breathing. Then I’d check again. It was hard to believe that this arrangement was permanent, that he was here to stay. He was so small and so mysterious; his existence barely corporeal.… >> Read More